Thus, Ikarus

Lyrics

Fire up the chatterbox, quadruple-check the locks

Find the passenger seatbelt

This strange autonomy, same old economy

She's controlling the means but not the ends

Running 'round, running 'round,
Running 'round the county
Running 'round, running 'round,
Running 'round the county

Responding to their calls, dodging the musket balls

Connecting dots and taking names

Cut to the stratosphere, big saucer floating here

Seven-tentacled riffraff

Fire up the afterburn, loop through a quarter turn

Diving into the cloud-mass with intent

Buzzin' 'round, tumblin' 'round,
Muckin' 'round the county
Lungin' 'round, gunnin' 'round,
Huntin' 'round the county

Kissing the speed of sound, careening town-to-town

Finding their target in a little parking lot

Wrapping up her break, she steps out of the bathroom

Sees her little car in a column of light

Something overhead levitating it skyward
That just is not right (it is not paid off)

Shrill giggling from above

This is the part they love - prying open the car door

It's empty, that seems wrong; pivot the ship headlong

See the target still down there, soon she'll be...

Running 'round, running 'round,
Running 'round the county
Running 'round, running 'round,
Running 'round the county
But no -- she stands her ground,
Gripping a pipe she's found
In sixty days that car is hers, free and clear

As the tractor beam pulls her higher and closer

She cooks up her scheme - this is nothing new

One down, three to go - before the hatch even closes

Then she's swinging through (this will not take long)

Tentacles strewn about; thanks, she'll let herself out

Are they learning their lesson?

Next day back at the wheel, filing the whole ordeal

One more notch on her dashboard

It's nothing she cannot handle,

it's just she shouldn't have to roll the stone [repeat]

It's nothing she cannot handle,

it's just she shouldn't have to.

Roll the stone away